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Incubus - Mexico

You could see me reaching
So why couldn't you have met me half way?
You could see me bleeding
So you could not put pressure on the wound?

You only think about yourself...
you only think about yourself
You'd better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico

You could see my breathing
But you still kept your hand over my mouth
You could feel me seething
But you just turned your nose up in the air

You only think about yourself...
you only think about yourself
You'd better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico

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my two cents...